My heart is concerned with here right now; the beach, our home, the daily comings and goings of children on holidays. But within a few months we’ll be packing up and moving on and I [...]
I’ve been out the door before 7am for the past week – Percy pyjama-clad in his pram, me walking and thinking and sweating. It makes for productive and creative days. We’re in [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Poet: picking dandelions, counting dandelions, threading dandelions (ISO100, f1.8, 1/1250). Percy: he got [...]
/ wandering through Popa’s garden in a delightful little outfit from Sweet Jane Petite. / whiling away rainy afternoons with puzzles. / the cheekiest, grubbiest little baby. / milky tea, [...]
The past few days have been spent indoors while the wind rattled the windows and torrential rain fell. The ground is officially soggy and our moods are much the same. Thank goodness for new art [...]
Start with coffee. And a plan. I envisioned bringing in the New Year with a spick and span house and everything in order. Of course, that didn’t come to fruition and that’s ok. I find [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Poet: 6am on New Years Day and looking right back at me is the girl who loves so fiercely and challenges me in [...]
I started the day by rousing sleeping children at 5:25am and heading out the door. There were a few grumbles but as we reached the stairs that led down to the beach the promise of a sun rise [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: carefree and happy down on the beach. This captures her spirit more than any other portrait I have taken. [...]
2015 – how we grew! The first few months of the year were hot and humid and as the garden blossomed so too did my belly. We spent many days at home and at the beach and when I [...]
I’ve long admired Ashely’s emotive and nostalgic photography and taken comfort in the beautiful words she shares on her blog. For me, every time I return there I’m reminded of [...]
“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015.” Poet: counting frangipanis and then, once her dress was full, throwing them all in the air. Percy: his happy [...]
